Monday, November 19, 2007
ponders
Another page has finished its story,
Every penstroke, every word, carefully thought of,
They are all about you, I don't know why,
The idea is as impossible as the sun shining in the west,
Yet now, it seems that anything can happen,
Possibilities are endless, or so I hope they are....
or so I hope and pray that they are...
The air whispers a different tune,
Orbs can't help but meet yours,
Uttered words caged within are better left unsaid,
These thoughts better left concealed...
These emotions better kept controlled...
If only I can...
Only One
|11/19/2007 09:52:00 PM|
Cbox or flashbox recommended
The very thought of you makes my heart sing,
Like an April breeze on the wings of spring,
And you appear in all your splendor,
My one and only love.